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The Thin
Blond Ghost
by April
I think I was pursued by a spirit. I went to my friend Donald's house one evening, several years ago. We all knew that his house was "haunted," that strange things happened there. For example, the windows would be closed, and no one near them, when suddenly the curtains would jerk toward the room as if pulled away from the window suddenly. Or the phone was pulled from the receiver, etc. Just little things that we actually found amusing. Anyway, on the night in question, Donald and I decided to do some exploring. He hadn't lived in the house long, so we got flashlights and went through a crawl space, in and out of rooms he didn't use, etc. The strangest thing started to happen - I became afraid. You see, I'm known among my friends for being the tough one, the daredevil, and this was highly unusual for me. As we went from room to room, I became more and more scared, to the point I wanted to cry - also very unusual for me.
My friend Michele went back to my house to crash that night, and that's when the strangeness really started. I turned off my lights and laid down, and the lights came back on. I turned them back off, and they stayed off. I began to see a young man in various places in my house. He was blond, slender, wearing glasses. To this day (almost 10 years later) I can see him clearly if I think about it. He wouldn't let me look directly at him, though. For example, I'd get out of the shower, and catch a glimpse of him as I reached for a towel. Or if I was putting on makeup, I'd see him out of the corner of my eye in the mirror, but when I'd turn, he'd vanish.
There was nothing threatening about him, he was merely mildly voyeuristic, but for some reason, I was terrified. And I wasn't the only one. My sister had a friend to spend the night, and they awakened me screaming. My sister's friend had seen him, described him exactly to me. This went on for about three weeks. Finally, I went to Michele's house for a weekend. I thought that a change of scenery might help. While there, I told her everything that had been going on. She seemed skeptical, but thrown by my out-of-character reaction.
When I went home, I felt much better. She called me a few days later, and said, "He's here now." She was seeing him at her house - the same way I'd been seeing him at mine. We went back to Donald's the following weekend, and told him all about it. We didn't try to perform any kind of séance or exorcism, or anything like that, as we were all too frightened that we were in over our heads. But after that night, neither Michele nor I ever saw him again.
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